Chapter Break
A/N: This is just a short chapter to get everyone through the time it's going to take me to come up with an entire other chapter. It's fluff. And implied things. It's also not been edited because I'm lazy, so mind the mistakes. I'll post again asap, promise~
Clary woke in her bed, Jace sitting in the chair beside it. His head was propped on his hand, and his eyes were shut. She smiled softly, sitting up slowly and propping herself against the backboard. She yawned, wincing at the slight headache she had. She dug out a bottle of Motrin from the nightstand drawer, then stood and walked to the bathroom. Getting a glass of water, she took two of the pills, hoping to help the headache. When she came back to the bedroom, Jace was still asleep in the chair. Clary distantly wondered how long she'd been out. The whole experience from earlier had frightened her, and she didn't need to make it worse by sleeping all day. It didn't look like Jace was going to wake up anytime soon, so Clary grabbed a towel and went back to the bathroom.
After the much needed shower, Clary emerged from the bathroom once more, wrapped in a towel. In hindsight she probably should have gotten her clothes before she showered, but it was too late for that now. Jace was laying on the bed, one hand propping up his head. The other was flipping pages in a notebook; Clary's drawing notebook to be exact. Clary yelped in surprise, darting across the room and snatching it from him.
"Jace! What do you think you're doing?" She asked, clutching the notebook tight. He laughed, putting his hands up in an "I surrender" position.
"Relax Clary. It's only some drawings." He said. She gasped.
"'Only some drawings'? Honestly, you're just making this worse on yourself!" She held up a hand to stop him from saying more. "I'm stopping you there, idiot. If I ever catch you with one of my sketch pads or notebooks or anything along those lines again without my permission, by the angel Jace, I'd probably kill you! Or at least seriously injure you."
"Oh?" He said, raising an eyebrow. "And have you ever fought me before? I'm just as strong as you are, if not stronger. Demon blood, remember?"
"Oh don't even start this." She said, turning her back and putting the notebook on a dresser. He chuckled, "Alright." She huffed, turning back to him.
"Good. Now, how long was I out?" She asked, softening her tone.
"Just overnight and half a day. It's probably around lunch time now actually." He replied, sitting up and sitting criss-cross on the bed.
"That long?" She groaned. "That's not "just" anything!" She rubbed her forehead. Her headache had grown faint, but it was still there, still persistent.
"Clary relax. You needed the rest anyway." He said. Suddenly he stood. "And honestly woman if you don't put some clothes on soon this'll be known as the worst torture I've ever gone through!" He practically yelled, gesturing to her. She looked down at herself, realizing she was, in fact, only wearing a towel. She giggled.
"Torture? And why is it torture?" She asked, walking closer to him.
"Because I'm restraining myself." He said, taking a small step back.
"And why would you do that?" She asked, biting her lip.
"I'm not sure it's appropriate at the moment to do this." He reached forward, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close. She looked up at him, her breath quickening.
"I could use the distraction." She whispered as she stood on her toes and kissed him as he pulled her onto the bed.
